"Gu Lingling, Gu Lingling?"
In the classroom, Meng Qinghao called her name twice, only then did Gu Lingling react, looking at Meng Qinghao in confusion.
"Mr. Meng is asking you to come up," Wen Jing quietly reminded her.
Usually, she was fully concentrated in class, but today, for some reason, her mind kept wandering.
"Sorry." Gu Lingling nodded and walked up, but it was obvious that she still wasn't in the right state of mind. She couldn't answer two questions Meng Qinghao asked.
"You may go back," Meng Qinghao said.
After class, he called her to the office, "What's going on? Feeling too much pressure? It's just a diplomatic banquet, I'll be right there watching, you don't need to worry too much."
Huh?
Only then did Gu Lingling realize that Meng Qinghao was referring to the diplomatic banquet where she would be translating in over a month.
"I'm fine, thank you for your concern." Gu Lingling smiled and shook her head.
